84/365: Intimate and Peculiar

Broad hands devouring pens,unambiguous noses that shock and awe,and bulky arms wet-clay weighteddraw the eye,beg for stories,demand that you touch them.They are intimate and peculiarwith no publicly comparable objects,arranged and processed in magazines,to sell us jeans and soap and self-disgust.I want to know these bodiesbecause I do not know them.I want to put them inside my mouthlike babies' feetand poke around their contourswith my tongue.